Louis doesn't kill innocent people. He kills the unwanted criminals, outcasts, and poor beggars who won't be missed. After more than two hundred years living as a blood-thirsty vampire, he doesn't feel guilt or regret anymore. That is, until he meets his next victim: a stripper named Harry Styles.

"You are so, uhm . . . parfait." Harry says, blushing slightly when Louis gives him a confused look. "What?" Louis asks, glancing at Liam who has his eyebrows scrunched together and is glaring at Harry. "Perfect . . . This guy called you perfect, Lou." Liam states sternly, crossing his arms and looking at Harry. "Oh," Louis blushes a bright pink. "Merci." he thanks the green eyed boy, Harry grinning, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Oh hell-" Liam gets up from his seat and walks over to Louis, pulling him back and kissing his boyfriend roughly. [bottom!harry] © pleasurelouis, 2015 - 2016